On the front lawn outside the enormous office complex there is a 50-foot marble statue of Steve Jobs losing a fight against a man-sized scorpion. The base of the statue is engraved with the words “Steve Jobs: Google User.”

The front doors of the complex open, and a man in a white jumpsuit walks out of the building and embraces me.

“Welcome to Google. It’s amazing to be with you,” he says. “My name is Upright Mammal. I am a human being who stands on two legs, which is good. I will be your tour guide through the incredible technology prison of Google. If you will follow me, there are limitless wonders to see and limited time in which to see them.”

I follow Upright Mammal toward the entryway of the colossal edifice. Immediately, I can tell I’m about to enter a place more beautiful than any of my children.

Kirby Krackle is back from two weeks in Australia performing at the Supanova Expo. Sometimes it’s hard to explain what it’s like to be in this band, because telling stories about it sounds a lot like describing dreams to annoyed friends. “So I’m in Australia, and Thor is there, and that one guy from The Walking Dead show is there, and the guy that drew Green Lantern in the 80s is there, and we’re having our pictures taken with a wombat…” etc. See what I mean? The weird mix of TV celebs, voice actors, hotshot comic illustrators, and…me. And then we’re back to the day job as if none of it happened. So, I’m not even gonna try.

In another two weeks Kirby Krackle is headed south to perform at the Disney D23 Fan Expo. We’re playing four sets over the weekend and are dialing in our set to focus on Disney/Marvel/Star Wars topics. This the strangest ride.

To be clear, this isn’t a new song by The Outfield, but a song by The Night Game called “The Outfield” which, in my opinion — and possibly not by accident — channels The Outfield. A bona-fide mood-boosting earworm. (h/t Kyle.)

I bookmarked this blog post from horror author Joe Hill a few years ago, and I come back to re-read it every few months. The non-fiction premise: is there a connection between a famous unsolved New England murder and the filming of JAWS?

The press dubbed her the Lady of the Dunes and at the time of this writing, over 40 years later, no one has ever claimed her. She remains without a name or a history. Her killer has never been identified.

[And] in all the time since her death not one person has stepped forward to say, “I saw her. I met her a few weeks before she was found. I can tell you her name.”

But what if we’ve all seen her? What if she’s been in front of us for decades and we just never noticed?